She’d come full circle from that night at Benediction when she’d intended to do an exposé on BDSM. At that time, safe, sane, and consensual were just a bunch of words with no personal meaning for her. Now she understood, not through the experiences of her friends but through her own.

It was freeing, as if the invisible chains that had been wrapped around her heart and had prevented her from living her life to the fullest all these years had suddenly been removed. No one else had the right to tell her how to think . . . how to act . . . how to feel . . . so long as it was all safe, sane, and consensual.

She tossed her head back as Logan’s fingers entered her back passage, plunging and retreating with rhythmic intent. Just like before, she wanted to escape the odd sensation as much as she wanted more of it. She tried to relax, but her hips moved on their own volition, gyrating back and forth onto his fingers.

“Hunter, why don’t you get her pussy ready to take you while I work on her ass?” Logan asked in a way that sounded more like an order rather than a question.

“My pleasure, brother,” murmured Hunter, raising her leg up into the air and plunging his fingers inside her needy cunt.

“Oh, fuck,” she cried, filled by the fingers of both men. This was nothing like before when Logan had fucked her with his fingers in both passages. Much like their personalities, each of the men had his own way of touching her. Hunter explored the depths of her cunt with precision and force while Logan’s touch was more reverent and gentle. “I need . . . ”

Logan sunk his teeth into the flesh of her ass. “Soon, Tiger. When you can take four of Hunter’s fingers and three of mine at the same time, we’ll replace them with our cocks. You’re almost ready.”

Her toes curled. She already felt filled to capacity. How could she take any more? Maybe her body wasn’t built to accommodate two men inside her.

She couldn’t do it, but she wanted to. Oh, how she wanted to.

As her mind warred with itself, the men stretched her with their additional fingers, proving their mastery over her body.

It didn’t feel good and it didn’t feel bad.

It just felt.

Logan withdrew his fingers and cleaned them with an anti-bacterial wipe. Then he snagged two condoms, tossing one to his friend before tearing the wrapper of the other. “Hunter, get on your back and put the condom on.” Logan lifted her limp and shaking body into his arms as Hunter positioned himself in the center of the bed with his head on the pillow and carefully unrolled the rubber down his length. “Climb up and sink down on his cock, Tiger. Let him feel how hot he’s made you.”

She didn’t hesitate, her empty pussy throbbing with the need to be filled again. Straddling Hunter, she gripped the base of his cock and lined it up with her opening before lowering herself onto him.

He wasn’t as wide as Logan, but he was longer, his tip practically bumping against her cervix. Experimenting, she rode his cock almost all the way up before slamming back down on him and emitting a cry of pleasure when his piercing rubbed over her G-spot.

Logan came behind her, his chest against her back. “I need you to bend forward and rest your chest on Hunter’s. You can hold on to his shoulders if you need to.”

She was never more thankful that she’d taken all those Pilates. With Hunter’s dick inside her pussy, she folded her upper body, wrapping her hands around those biceps of Hunter’s she’d been dying to grab.

Hunter smoothed his hand over her hair. “Rachel, you are one sexy woman. I’m so fucking fortunate that your boyfriend chose me to share this with you.”

Logan’s hand pressed down on the middle of her back a second before she felt the head of his dick at her back opening. “Relax and let me in, Tiger.”

Inch by inch, he pushed his cock into her ass. She moaned, trapped between the two men as they softly rocked back and forth, comforting her with words of praise. It didn’t really hurt, but it was uncomfortable, and she wasn’t sure if she enjoyed the sensation of dual penetration.

Then Logan seated himself fully inside her and began fucking her ass with an almost brutal intensity. Her mind went blank as a delicious heat spread throughout her body. It didn’t take long before all the discomfort disappeared, leaving behind only white-hot pleasure.

She threw her head back. “More.”

Logan’s hands went to her waist and Hunter’s to her hips. With a perfect rhythm that proved they had done this before together, they raised her up and down on Hunter’s dick as Logan thrust in and out of her ass.

Having no control over the movements of her body, she was like a rag doll being tossed around by a wild dog. She was completely helpless at the whim of these two strong men. Having an orgasm wasn’t her choice. Hunter and Logan demanded it of her.

A tremor worked its way down her spine until her entire body shook, and her heart beat and her pulse skyrocketed. Her climax didn’t build. It simply crashed over her again and again, not giving her any time to recover before another one hit, until she wasn’t sure if she had come multiple times or once continuously.

With his eyes shut and a grimace on his face, Hunter roared as he came. Breathing heavy, he stopped pumping, his dick twitching inside her as his come shot into the condom. A moment later, Logan leaned over her and bit her shoulder as he came too, his body collapsing on top of her back.

Hot and sweaty, she basked in the afterglow of the most incredible fuck of her life. Logan and Hunter had shown her pleasure beyond her wildest dreams, turning her fantasy into a memory she’d never forget as long as she lived. She sighed, too content to move out of the warm cocoon of their erotic threesome.

But all too soon, they shifted out of their position on the bed, laying her head on the pillow. A damp towel cleaned her between her thighs and her backside before the covers were drawn up over her. She heard Hunter and Logan murmuring quietly to one another and then the snick of the door closing.

Although her eyes were shut, she sensed that night had fallen, plunging their room in total darkness. Logan slipped under the blankets with her and curled around her, his arm thrown across her middle.

Just as she couldn’t fight her orgasm, she couldn’t fight against the need for sleep.

She was done fighting.

After all, it was impossible to win against the inevitable.

Chapter Twenty-Three

RACHEL WAS HAVING the best dream ever. Logan was between her legs, licking at her clitoris with a warm, damp tongue that hit every nerve ending as if they were completely exposed. Her inner walls fluttered as a feeling like warm maple syrup flowed through her pussy. She ordered the tongue to go faster and clenched her vaginal muscles, trying to bring herself to a climax, but it wasn’t enough to push her over.

It was a slow and steady build, her body trembling as the kindling went aflame and the heat built in her pelvis. She tried to close her legs and trap the wicked tongue between her thighs, but when the leg muscles contracted without success, she realized she was immobile.

Her eyes shot open.

Somehow without waking her, Logan had bound her wrists and ankles to the bed with rope, leaving her spread-eagle and open to his ministrations. He gazed up at her with heat in his eyes while he slowly slid his tongue up her slit and over her distended clitoris.

Although she was burning, chills racked her body as Logan dragged her over the edge and into climax.

Logan kissed her thigh then began releasing her from the binding. “Good morning. Sleep well?”

She smiled sleepily. “I did. But my wake-up call was even better.”